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Stretch'd on the lawn his * second hope survey,
At once the chaser and at once the prey.
Lo Rufus, tugging at the deadly dart,
Bleeds in the forest, like a wounded hart.
Succeeding Monarchs heard the subjects cries,
Nor saw displeas'd the peaceful cottage rise.
Then gath'ring flocks on unknown mountains fed,
O’er sandy wilds were yellow harvests spread,
The forests wonder'd at th' unusual grain,
And secret transport touch'd the conscious swain.
Fair Liberty, Britannia's Goddess, rears
Her chearful head, and leads the golden years.
Ye vig'rous swains! while youth ferments your

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And purer spirits swell the sprightly flood,
Now range the hills, the thickest woods befet,
Wind the shrill horn, or spread the waving net.
When milder autumn summer's heat succeeds,
And in the new-fhorn field the partridge feeds,
Before his Lord the ready spaniel bounds,
Panting with hope, he tries the furrow'd grounds,
But when the tainted gales the game betray,
Couch'd clofe he lies, and meditates the prey;

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At once the chafer and at once the prey.
Lo Rufus, tagging at the deadly dari,
Bieeds in the foreit, like a wounded hart.
Succeeding Monarchs heard the fubjects cries,
Nor saw displeas’d the peaceful cottage rile.
Then gath'ring flocks on unknown mountains fed,
O'er fandy wilds were yellow harve: is spread,
The forests wonder'd at th' unusual grain,
And secret transport touch'd the conscious swain.
Fair Liberty, Britannia's Goddess, rears
Her chearful head, and leads the golden years.
Ye vig'rous swains! while youth ferments your

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Till hov’ring o'er 'em sweeps the swelling net.
Thus (if small things we may with great compare)
When Albion sends her eager sons to war,
Pleas'd, in the Gen'ral's fight, the host lie down
Sudden, before some unsuspecting town,
The captive race, one instant makes our prices
And high in air Britannia's standard flies.

See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings.
Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound,
Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.
Ah! what avail- his glofly, varying dyes,
His purple crest, and scarlet-circled eyes,
The vivid green his shining plumes unfold,
His painted wings, and breast that flames with gold?

Nor yet, when moist Arcturus.clouds the sky, The woods and fields their pleasing toils deny: To plains with well-bred beagles we repair, And trace the mazes of the circling hare. (Beasts taught by us, their fellow-beasts pursue, And learn of man each other to undo.) With slaught'ring guns th’up weary'd fowler roves, When frosts have whiten'd all the naked. groves;

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Where doves in flocks the leafless trees o'erfhade,
And lonely woodcocks haunt the wat'ry glade:
He lifts the tube, and levels with his eye;
Strait a short thunder breaks the frozen sky.
Oft', as in airy rings they skim the heath,
The clam'rous plovers feel the leaden death:
Oft', as the mounting larks their notes prepare,
They fall, and leave their little lives in air.

In genial spring, beneath the quiy'ring shade;
Where cooling vapours breathe along the mead,
The patient filher takes his filent stand,
Intent, his angle trembling in his hand;
With looks unmov'd, he hopes the scaly breedy.
And eyes the dancing cork, and bending reed.
Our plenteous streams a various race supply;
The bright-ey'd perch with fins of Tyrian die;
The filver eel in fhining volumes rol’d,
The yellow carp, in scales bedrop'd with gold,
Swift trouts, diversify'd with crimson stains,
And pykes, the tyrants of the wat'ry plains.

Now Cancer glows with Phicebues' fiery car;
The youth rush eager to the sylvan war;
Swarm o'er the lawns, the forest walks surround,
Rowze the fleet hart, and chear the op'ning hound.

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